Sunday afternoon had been loosely agreed to be cleaning up and tidying up afternoon. Especially if it is cold outside and if there wasn’t any party the night before. Although I generally committed to these tours with a sort of countryside policeman sense of duty, I always find difficult to make a pillow fit on that linen thing that goes around and outside, at least not quite like the way my partner did. I thought they were just pillows, she handled them as equations. It’s not that she is overwhelmingly careful with them, it’s just that I think pillows are just pillows.